Текст песни Каспийский Груз - - Моя Провинци

TT plus Caspian Cargo.

Then the huts turn backwards.
Here the route is always given. Here is nearby.
Here Shoigu is not needed, Stalin is not terrible.
There are people with stars and crosses.

Here the children are better at watching the samosad,
Than the mayor over the state of kindergarten.
They don’t trust trust translations,
Because the word "TRUST" - does not know the translation.

Here dislike for the police is visible in the faces.
Here, successes in the capital will not be scorched.
Here the seers will not predict anything, -
There is a province.

The governor knows by name * here.
Here, no kidding, boys are healthier than me three times.
And let us not pass by here,
But here the air is cleaner, and people are cleaner.

People are definitely cleaner here and the air is always fresh.
The province will forgive me, in your columns the same.
It's not about clothes, and not at all about grandmas.
All my soul on micro. Come on mail, bro.

Salam VK - to the guys from our house to yours.
From polar cold to Moscow City towers.
From lightweights to heavy, to all in jury
We give Salaam, the blunt of the gaj is smoking.

The product is significant - DANGER, in the sunset having a Ranger.
Caspian Cargo, plus two TTs - fierce kneading on the changer.
More does not mean less, and then more precisely!
All cities AK, and the boys a couple of Porsche.

For fit - thanks to the elders, may God protect you.
Let there be the Sun, brother, and the beggar become a little richer.
Not measuring in thousands, but proving by deeds.
Black TT, the first album, fierce, go to tatami.

Under a beat, he blew poetry. Where we will not live.
No riders, wired and [hacked] studio.
One Peace, One Love to you people, and to boys - health!
Passing by wire the repchin from Podillia.

Ros-cap wouldn’t find a common language with the guys,
From the cold weather below 30 over the polar sky.
Then from the hut to the hut pass Salam,
Call this genre "Epistolary."

Don’t put a finger in your mouth - let them inform you.
The obscure soup is not the essence; the essence is Jesus.
And life is so harsh here
What for dinner is lead, not mother's warm soup.

And we drive purely bye
To pump those who walk around the edge.
You won’t tell about yourself, so don’t start, huh?
And your story, here - will be killed in the words "And I, and I ..."

And the smoother the back, the more comfortable it is underground.
A man must be until he died, and even after.
And here we’re passing through, and we won’t live,
Then if they open their mouths, then only in essence.

From confident to significant,
Neighborhoods keeping away from the idea of ​​bearing;
The blind and sighted will see who is real.
Understanding who is going forward in truth.

Like smoke, in the night; like a peony waiting
I pen the envelope on the sheets with a pen,
Fresh Peppermint Dirol is one such [case],
Taxied into cider not without consequences.
In the midnight Zamoskvarechye tortured
Forward, the metropolitan smog is omnipresent.

Typically, fuck. Looking, and in the thick of it,
Where it isn’t cooler in people answering.
Simpler, in the thicket, in a forest grove,
Breathe more often and continue to broadcast. However -

Not so significant, but let's jump to a bit of dots.
The ether is captured, meanwhile the calculation is accurate.
Everyone says: "Close up his mouth with a goggle!"
My rhyme turnover is red-handed from everyone else.

Ayou! People! I'm here, purely ... By the way,
Noted for its greatness is not indifferent.
Precedent - Five Differences, Patient Admitted
This evening by the meaning of speech.
Speech by designation is labeled.
Is there, but is there?

Caspian Cargo plus TT!